White City - Thomas Dolby

Keith was the sole inhabitant

Keith was the sole inhabitant

Keith woke beside the fountain

From his dreams of china mountains

Far from the clatter of these autobanks

That keep chucking up money!

It turned into the kind of joke

That Keith feels isn’t funny

White City

White City

Keith talked in alphanumerals

Keith talked in alphanumerals

Keith built a drug cathedral

Shape of an octahedron

Where he could hide from young Orwellians

Who would trample their brothers!

A thin white powder film on everything

But soot is the colour of

The White City

White City

White City

So, are you happy

With this vision you’ve created

Should have known you’d never rest

Till we’re all incinerated

And you know you are the best